A Hot Noon in Malabar by Kamala Das

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A Hot Noon in Malabar by Kamala Das

Kamala das



 This is a noon for beggars with whining 

Voices, a noon for men who come from hills 

With parrots in a cage and fortune-cards,

 All stained with time, for brown Kurava girls

With old eyes, who read palms in light singsong

Voices, for bangle-sellers who spread

On the cool black floor those red and green and blue

Bangles, all covered with the dust of roads,

For all of them, whose feet, devouring rough

Miles, grow cracks on the heels, so that when they

Clambered up our porch, the noise was grating,

Strange . . . This is a noon for strangers who part

The window-drapes and peer in, their hot eyes

Brimming with the sun, not seeing a thing in

Shadowy rooms and turn away and look

So yearningly at the brick-ledged well. This Is a noon for strangers with mistrust in

Their eyes, dark, silent ones who rarely speak

At all, so that when they speak, their voices 

Run wild, like jungle-voices. Yes, this is

A noon for wild men, wild thoughts, wild love. To

Be here, far away, is torture. Wild feet

Stirring up the dust, this hot noon, at my

Home in Malabar, and I so far away . . .

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